Admit It lyrics

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
(Woo)

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
I admit it (I admit it)
I was wrong, but I had to get it (Had to get it)
Ain't finna be working no job
That pay $7.50 (Hell nah)
More like seven figures (Figures)
My dream was to be a rich n*gga (Rich n*gga)
Studio in the basement, Tigger (Tigger)
Young n*ggas out, pulling them triggers (Woo)

[Verse 1: Rich the Kid]
Why you mad at me 'cause my bills paid? (Bills paid)
I put lean in my lemonade (Lean)
Throw the lunch money in the third grade (Third grade)
I told my teacher we could shoot the fade (Woo)
My b*tch roll with me like cascade (Cascade)
In jail, I learned to play the spadеs (Play the spades)
Now I wake up and I got a maid (Got a maid)
So many gamеs I ain't never played (Ha)
These rappers roaches, need some f*ckin' Raid (f*ckin' Raid)
Don't need an Uber, got an Escalade (Escalade)
Stacking money, I been living great (Living great)
She f*ck me so good that I woke up late (Ha)
I admit (I admit)
I was hustling 'til I went legit (went legit)
Ran off on the plug
I gave him counterfeit (Ha)
[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
I admit it (I admit it)
I was wrong, but I had to get it (Had to get it)
Ain't finna be working no job
That pay $7.50 (Hell nah)
More like seven figures (Figures)
My dream was to be a rich n*gga (Rich n*gga)
Studio in the basement, Tigger (Tigger)
Young n*ggas out, pulling them triggers (Woo)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I admit it
You done me wrong but I'm glad you did it
Yeah, could've got you back
But I got back to business, b*tch
Ooh, you know I'm the god
You gotta act religious, b*tch
Ooh, had to cut you off
And give your ass the scissors, b*tch
Ooh, yeah
I like my b*tch new, yeah
Let me flick my hair back, uh
Ravishing Rick Rude, yeah
I used to stare at her cat, uh
I tell that sh*t "Roof"
She catching flashbacks
That what that di*k do
But I admit it, I was f*cked up
But I ain't trippin', I kept it one-hundred
The dumbest b*tches have dumb luck
But when sh*t got sticky, I ain't get stuck
And with all I was given, I ain't give up
Thought I was living, I ain't live enough
I had to cut your ass out the picture
So I took your picture and I cut it up, uh
[Chorus: Rich the Kid & Lil Wayne]
I admit it (I admit it, yeah)
I was wrong, but I had to get it (Had to get it, yeah, yeah)
Ain't finna be working no job
That pay $7.50 (Hell nah, I admit it)
More like seven figures (Figures, yeah)
My dream was to be a rich n*gga (Rich n*gga, I admit it)
Studio in the basement, Tigger (Tigger, yeah)
Young n*ggas out, pulling them triggers (Woo)

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
I admit it
You done me wrong but I'm glad you did it
Yeah, could've got you back
But I got back to business, b*tch
Ooh, you know I'm a god
You gotta act religious, b*tch
Ooh, had to cut you off
And give your ass the scissors, b*tch
Ooh
I like my b*tch new
She like my b*tch too
And she gon' like Rich too
Trust Fund, yeah
I like my b*tches new
I admit it, I was f*cked up
I admit, I'm a Trust Fund Baby